Blood on the Arena: The 200th Hunger Games (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: The Reaping

Alistar woke up to find her dad, Peeta, sitting on the foot of the bed. She smiled somberly as she remmembers what day it is. It is the day of the reaping. She shivers.

"Hey sweety, goodmorning." He said and smiled at her.

"Hey..what time is it?" She asked and Peeta looked at his watch.

"12:30 PM" He replyed innocently. Alistar growled. 

"12:30!? It's half an hour until the reaping, dad!"

Peeta widdend his brown eyes. "I know, I just wanted you to get some sleep....."

"I've got to get ready. Out! Shoo!" She shooves him out the door, playfuly. Then goes to her closet and gets out her best dress. It was emruled green with a V neck. Alistar smiled,  knowing it was her mothers on her victory tour. It would be a disgrace to the capotol. Alistar snickerd.

After she got in the dress, she put on matching heals and went to her small bathroom. She poot on smokey make-up. She sighed as she looked at herself. She saw a little of her mother, but mostly a unnatral beauty. She felt a pang in her heart. She wanted to be normal so badly it hurt her.

She heard a knock on her door and in steped her brother Striker. Tears filled her eyes as she threw herself at him. "I'm going to miss you brother." She said as she put her head on his sholder.

He sighed and rubed her back. "I'm going to miss you to sister-mine. Its 1:00, we have to go."

"Okay." She replyed taking in a deep breath.

Alistar and striker walked out there front door, she stopped and looked back at the cabin like house that was her home. She was going to miss this place. But, as she looked around, at the sick and hungry humans. So thin they seemed like they could be blown away by the wind, that sickened  her. She would not miss this. 

They got to the meadow, that was not very meadow like at all. It was dirt, no grass, and only dead trees. Alistar spotted her parents  waiting for them by the peace keeper, that was IDing people before they went in. She walked up to them and looked them in the eyes. Alistar winked and walked towards the peacekeeper. She concentrated on his mind, lightly pulling at it. 

You have already taken me and my family's ID's. Let us through.

Alistar put that thought in his head and he let them through without a glance. The peacekeepers that where scattered along the meadow assureds them into the correct spaces. The announcer named  Shanna Collins steeped to the plate. 

The people in the capitol no longer wore there crazy clothes or hair. They resembled any one person in Panem. Except they where better groomed, feed, and in better health.

She had bright red hair and bright Hazel eyes. She wore a purple shirt and a black pencil skirt. She walks over to the microphone that was between the balls that held the slips. One held the boys slips, which she did not touch. The other held the girls slips, which she replaced with ones that all had her name on them.

"Lady's and gentlemen!" Alistar winched and covered her sensitive ears as the mic squealed. "Welcome to the annual 200th Hunger Games!" She passed and waited for the crowed to applaud. They did not. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. Alistar could hear her heart beating fast. With excitement, and fear. She could hear the blood rushing in her veins. Her mouth watered, her throat ached and her fangs elongated. Alistar swallowed trying to get control of herself.

"Now, a video from our capitol!" Said Shanna excitedly. The screen to the right of her flashed on, and the same  video from last year played. Showing a picture from the supposed "destroyed district 13.

when the video stooped Shanna went over to the girls bowl. "Girls first!" She said digging into the bowl. She unfolded the paper and smiled widely. "What an unexpected surprise! It's Alistar Primrose Everdeen! Great great great granddaughter of Katness Everdeen, the girl on fire!" The gasped. The looks on the faces of her fellow citizens filled her with pride. Hope, they wondered if she would be as good as her "grandmother". She wanted to do BETTER.

Alistar took a deep breath and stood up straight. She slowly walked up to the makeshift stage, and walked up the stairs. Shanna walked over handing her the mic. 

"So, Alistar, how are you feeling?" She looked at Shanna in bewilderment and took the mic. She spoke in a soft voice.

"Well, obviously I am surprised. I only had my name in there once, I had no tessera." She said then handed the mic back to Shanna.

"Okay, well go sit over there please." She said pointing to the seats by the soon to be mentor. Arine, the victor of the 197th Hunger Games. The only one alive. Hes 21 with red hair and green eyes, he sat in the old metal chair smoking a Cigarette. I sat next to him wrinkling my nose at his stench.

"Now for the boys!" Said Shanna  pulling out the slip from the other bowl. She unfolded the paper. The name she spoke threatened to destroy everything. 

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short and rather crappy, I'm just soooo tired and I wanted to get another chapter up.  Well, hope you like it. Vote/Comment/Read/Fan! Thanks! :)